Whitefish River when i wake up i'm afraid

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"You linger close, what brings you to Kaistleoki?"

The traveller jumped, perturbed for a heartbeat before settling. His gaze, a myriad of shamrock and lime, descried upon the stranger with the spiking of his nerves; disquieted. Viridescent, pensive, yet undoubtebly solemn. He'd yet to approach a foreign pack in such a manner, at least for the matter concerning him presently, and shifted uncomfortably in his poise. It was of little importance, and yet the very prospect almost made it worse - perhaps he was wasting their time.

"Uh... hello," he began, voice steeped in smoke. Sucking in a breath, he gathered himself to continue. "I'm a traveller, just passing by. I... thought it useful for me to map the land." The Valento paused, quirking a pale brow toward her. She was tall; willowy, and carried herself with reposeful authority - from her posture, he made the assumption she was of a high stature among this pack, and carefully dipped his chin.

"I was wondering if you might be able to spare me some information about the area."